Love Lost - Chapter 3

I sit down at my bar and start eating my Taco Bell hangover prevention food: Nacho Bell Grande with chicken, no beans, extra cheese and sour cream, one chicken soft shell Taco Supreme, and a Fiesta Potato. I haven’t had this in a long time. It’s good.

“I’m going to ask one more time,” Charlie says as she is coming down the dark wood curved stairs from the loft with a small travel bag.

“Don’t bother. Go home and kiss my god - daughter for me,” I say when I look up, just finishing my food.

“You were hungry,” Charlie says when she realizes I ate it all in the short time that she was upstairs. I shake my head. “Not that hungry, but it was okay. I haven’t had that in a long time. Plus, with the alcohol, I needed it. It will be back to healthy eating tomorrow,” I say as I stand and pat my stomach. I walk with Charlie to the door of my apartment. We hug. My friend is worried about me and her hug says it all. “I will be okay, Charlie.”

“You’ll be more than okay with someone who loves you.”

“Charlie, stop it already? Call me once you’ve made it home.” I’m ready for this night to just end. We embrace a little tighter before letting go of each other. She goes to kiss me, but I successfully dodge her this time. She shakes her head.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Charlie. Go home.” I watch her get on the elevator then go back in to my apartment. I head back to the kitchen, dispose of my fast food containers, and grab a bottle of water out of the wide double door stainless steel fridge. I walk to the windows and stare out into the city. I’m not looking at anything in particular. People are making their way to the various nearby bars and restaurants for what they hope to be a fun night out. I start thinking about my encounter with Jaylen tonight.

What could he possibly have to prove to me that I could hinder him from doing? Can I forgive him for telling me that he was done with me? I lean against the brick next to the window when suddenly my phone rings, jarring me from my thoughts. It’s been less than ten minutes. No way has Charlie made it to her home in Grand Blanc that quick. I head back to the bar where the phone sits on the counter top. It’s not a number that I have saved in my phone, so I send it to voicemail. It’s after one in the morning. Anyone that knows me knows not to call me this late. I walk back to the wall of windows, tossing the phone onto the tan leather ottoman on the way. Before I get back to the windows, my phone starts ringing again. What the fuck! I pick the phone up to see it’s the same number as before. This person must want to get cursed out. “What,” I answer with my voice full of irritation.

“What were you thinking about?” a familiar husky voice asks. I pause. I’m not that damn tipsy. How in the hell did he get my number? “Alise, what were you just thinking about when you were standing in the window?”

“You saw me in my window? Are you stalking me, Jaylen ?” He chuckles. “No, I’m not stalking you. Though, I’m flattered that you think that I would go to such extremes where you’re concerned.”

“Fuck you!”

“That was supposed to be a compliment, Alise.”

“How did you get my number, Jaylen.”

“Devon. I told him that I wouldn’t use it until you gave me permission to do so, but you looked so exquisite and lost at the same time just now that I wanted to know if I was on your mind.”

“Has anyone told you that you are an arrogant bastard lately,” I snark.

“No, but I guess that you would like to.”

I walk back over to the window. I spot Jaylen instantly. Still in the all black that he had on earlier, he stands on the sidewalk across from my building, looking right at me. Why does he have to look so damn good? “Jaylen ,” my tone much softer than before, “what do you want from me?”

“I want many things from you, Alise. But we will discuss the bulk of those at another time. Right now, I would like to know what you were thinking about when I called,” he responds. For a second, I think about lying, but there is no point. Jaylen knows me too well. He would know.

“Trying to figure out what it is you feel you need to prove to me,” I whisper.

“I do care about you, Alise. I didn’t mean to hurt you, but at that time I didn’t have a choice,” Jaylen explains.

“What do you mean you didn’t have a choice? ” I ask.

“We’ll talk about t hat at lunch on Monday.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I don’t understand your question .”

“What are you doing downtown?”

“I was having drinks with some fellas at Blackstones. I was headed to my car when I looked up and saw you gazing out of your window.” Speaking of fellas, I need to have a talk with Devon. “Was that all you were thinking?”

“No. I was also wondering if I could forgive you,” I say softly . He gasps and gives me a hopeful smile. “And?” He sounds wishful .

“I don’t know,” I shrug.

“The fact that you are thinking about it makes me happy. It means that there is a chance. And I do believe that you will forgive me.”

“Do you really,” I chuckle.

“Yes, I do,” he says while giving me a bright smile that takes my breath away. We hold the phone, lookin g at each other through my third story window. “I’m going to get going,” Jaylen finally says.

“Okay.”

“Alise?”

“Yeah, Jaylen.”

“Don’t be hard on Devon. He supports us.”

“Us?”

“Good night, Alise.” He flashes another megawatt smile and hangs up. I watch him as far as I can down Saginaw Street. I turn off the lights in the kitchen and sit in the center of the sofa in the living room. I should go to bed, but I suddenly have a jolt of energy that I know won’t let me sleep. Energy that Jaylen just gave me. I’ m such a sucker for him . I smile. He said that he cares. My smile grows larger. It will take some time, but maybe I can forgive Jaylen if he does care. I turn on the television, open the Netflix app, and pick back up where I left off on Dexter . I run into my bedroom to change into a teddy. When I remove my blush pink lace panties, I finally notice just how wet I am. Damn.

I put the crotch of my panties in my mouth. I love the taste of myself. I pinch and roll my nipples between my thumbs and pointer fingers. “ Jay - len ,” I moan, dropping my panties out of my mouth. I climb up on my bed and lay on my stomach with two fingers inside my soaking pussy.

Slowly, I start riding my fingers. I close my eyes as I think about how sexy Jaylen looked earlier today a nd imagine undressing him.

“Did I give you permission to undress me, little one?”

“No, Daddy,” I moan and pout at the same time. He walks away from me and sits in the chaise lounge on the other side of my room.

“On all fours, now,” he demands. I instantly drop down to my hands and knees. I already have one strike against me for trying to undress Jaylen without him telling me to. “Come here,” he says in a low seductive tone.

Slowly and seductively I crawl to him, my Dominant. My Daddy. My Sir and Master. He looks at me, his eyes hooded with seduction and pleasure. Pleasing him makes me feel powerful. But I know what is coming. This will be for both of our pleasure and my punishment. “Put your knees here,” he pats an area of the lounge next to his leg. I do as I’m told . “Cross your arms and lay them here on the arm of the lounge. Rest your head on top of your arms.” Again, I do as I’m told .

My ass is in the air, and my breasts are hanging down over his lap. He pinches and pulls one of my nipples and then the other while his other hand massages my firm, round ass. “You were a bad girl just now,” he says with a menacing tone. Before I can respond, his hand leaves m y ass and comes back down with a loud smack.

“Mmmmmm.” That is all that I can manage. He continues with my punishment, making sure not to spank me in the same spot twice. The spanking is turning both of us on . I feel my wetness growing, and his massive dick is trying to burst through his pants. His breathing is ragged when he finishes.

“Undo my pants,” he demands through clenched teeth. I quickly undo his belt, pants button and zipper. He lifts up slightly so that I can pull his pants and Calvin Klein boxer briefs down at the same time. “Open wide.” He roughly pushes his Mandingoof a dick right to the back of my throat, holding my head in place.

He continues to hold my head so that I can’t move while he fucks my face from underneath. I love it when he is this rough. This controlling. This dominating. Then suddenly, he puts two fingers of his other hand in my ass.

“Aaaahhhh!”

He shoves my head down and pushes his groin up and holds me there to silence me while he roughly fucks my ass with his fingers. It hurts and feels good. I want to scream, but that is impossible with his dick in my throat. I start to gag for air. He stops with the assault on my throat and ass, stands while lifting me up, and places me back down with my chest in the corner of the chaise lounge and knees right on the edge . He grabs my wrists and with one hand holds them behind my back. He rams his well - endowed dick into my pussy, hard.

I scream. He fucks me ferociously. I can’t move . I have no way to brace myself. All I can do is moan and take it. “FUCK,” I yell. I’m starting to build. This is why I like to break the rules. I knew exactly what I was doing when I went to undress him. He is such an animal when he is correcting my behav ior. A growl escapes from deep within his chest. He smacks my ass and grips my hip with his free hand. “Daddy,” I moan.

“Give it to me. Cum for me, my little baby . Cum for your Daddy.” And on cue, as always, I cum hard for him. My body quakes as he thrusts into me a few more times before demanding me to turn around. I plant my tender ass into the seat of the lounge, and he puts the fingers of one hand into my hair and strokes his dick with the other. I pull him into my mouth, and my hand replaces his on his cock. I suck him hard and slow.

He cums inside my mouth in no time. I swallow his sweet cream like it’s the essence that gives me life. He pulls out of my mouth and cups my chin. “Good girl,” he says, and then he kisses my forehead.

​I lay on my bed panting and spent. That daydream and my very skilled fingers made me reach orgasm more than three times. I tend to stop counting after three. I pull the duvet over me, and I drift off to sleep.